[What could they do? Where could they go from here that didn't end in tragedy for one or both of them? It was all a trap, all a cruel, bloody game, and there wasn't going to be some magical way out of it. This nightmare was as real as a nightmare could be, and unless one of them made a move, the two of them were going to fight to the death while the heathen spectators screamed for more.
The solution comes to him then, dawns on him in a way that makes him almost believe it had been planted in his head for forever. Slowly, he takes a breath. It's ragged, hard, through his mouth so he doesn't have to inhale the heavy metallic scent of Xanatos's blood.]
You have to get out of here. You have to survive and you have to find whoever it is that's behind this insanity.
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The solution comes to him then, dawns on him in a way that makes him almost believe it had been planted in his head for forever. Slowly, he takes a breath. It's ragged, hard, through his mouth so he doesn't have to inhale the heavy metallic scent of Xanatos's blood.]
You have to get out of here. You have to survive and you have to find whoever it is that's behind this insanity.
[And with that, he tosses his weapon aside.]